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Not given a chance (chapter 4)

Miles wins the lottery and decides to make his dream a reality! (This is my first story please be nice 😛 I encourage you to criticize though) this series is absolutely fake as far as I know it’s all my imagination.

I AM CURIOUS (Fourteen)

This story is a little different. It’s told from the perspective of a fourteen year old girl who’s curious about sex, and who’s growing up very fast. There is a lot of sex in this story but it is not meant to be completely gratuitous, and is hopefully presented in a way that illustrates the themes that I’ve introduced. This story covers only age fourteen. Lola has other stories to tell about her experiences at different ages. Many of her adventures are cautionary tales, and as such, might be considered dark, and they are definitely not for the faint of heart. If you don’t like dark stories then do not read this one. Lola’s story is most certainly not romantic, but I hope it is perceived as very honest. There is not a real Lola, but I remember a girl in my neighborhood when I was a kid, who was known as the neighborhood slut at the age of twelve. There were lots of stories about her exploits, none of them pretty, so I had her a little bit in mind when I wrote this story. I have no idea what the girl in my neighborhood was like or how she lived, or what led her to do what she did, and I really don’t know if any or part of the stories were actually true, but they do feed the imagination. Please comment or critique if you feel so moved, but please, if you just hate dark stories, or think you’d like to analyze the pathology of my obvious insanity, or try and decide if I’m maybe a secret serial killer or something, please refrain because I’ve heard it all before. This is just a story, it is fiction, it’s not for everyone, but it is posted at an adult site, so please expect that some adult things will be happening. It’s not that deep, it’s just a story. Okay, thanks for listening, and thanks for reading and I do hope you enjoy my little story.

Slut in training.

She was really nervous as she stood in the cold. It was dark and there was no one around, and for the first time she began to really panic. Did she really know what she was letting herself in for? He had told her everything she had wanted to hear; he was going to use her as his toy, degrade her, humiliate her, abuse her as he likes. Every time she had messaged him, his authority over her had aroused her like never before. She knew that she wanted to be used in this way, it felt so natural, but standing there so alone, no one knowing where she was except him, she felt scared and vulnerable. She had never actually met him, he had completely dominated her thoughts and dreams over the past few weeks, but up until now, that was all he had ever been. Now it was becoming reality.
She had done as he said. In fact she had spent all day preparing herself. She had a silky smooth cunt dampening her thighs, the cool night’s air making her conscious of her lack of underwear. She had to have all holes accessible for him, which meant a very short black leather skirt; no underwear, no tights. Her black satin blouse unbuttoned to her visible red lace bra, her large tits begging to be looked at, touched, groped. The cold and her increasing arousal meant her nipples poked through, hurting as they grazed against the lace. He had told her to wait here, but she had been waiting a while now, she thought he would be there waiting for her to arrive, or at least he would be prompt. She was worrying that he wasn’t going to turn up, that she would be abandoned in this unfamiliar area dressed like the slut she is. She heard a car engine and her heart started to race, was she really ready to commit to this? His car pulled up and she stood there unsure of what to do. The driver’s door opened and he got out, she looked at him in awe. His presence so naturally commanding, she felt like he saw straight through her and she loved it. His eyes scanned her up and down, but his face didn’t reveal what he was thinking, his eyes piercing. He said, “Hello slut” and she flustered, unable to utter a coherent response as she revelled in his objectification of her. “Um h-hello Sir”, her vulnerability cracked through her voice. He warned her that this was the last time she would be given a choice, she could walk away now but if she were to get in his car, she would be accepting her position to be used as he sees fit with no going back. She was so aroused that her swollen clit was hurting, she couldn’t have walked away even if she had wanted to. She knew deep down that this was her place in life and she was so eager to see what was in store for her. She told him that she was staying.
Without another word he grabbed her long hair and bent her forward against his car. “I want to check what I am getting first, slut” She squealed unable to help herself as he roughly forced two fingers into her cunt. “You are soaking, you filthy slut” he spat in her ear, she blushed with shame but getting wetter at the way he was treating her. He removed his fingers as quickly as they had entered and she groaned with the emptiness. His manly hand explored the folds of his new toy, checking to see if she had shaven properly as instructed, then moving closer towards her arse. She tensed as she felt the tip of his finger applying pressure to her virgin arse hole, waiting for him to plunge his finger, but he didn’t. He instead opened the car door and pushed her in by her hair, she clambered to get in, her bare cunt completely exposed to him. He was going to enjoy breaking in his tight new toy. She was young and inexperienced and that made it all the more exciting for him, he was going to completely abuse her and then he would find out if she was really the filthy slut she had professed to be. Either way he was going to enjoy himself.
He got in his car and looked the slut up and down again. He drove for about five minutes and stopped outside of his house. “Stay” he ordered her as he turned off the car and got out. He came over to her door, opening it and dragging her out by the hair. There was no one about as he pushed her yet again into the car and roughly secured a blindfold over her eyes. He led her into the house by her hair and directed her down a flight of steps. It was freezing as she was pushed down to her knees on the hard concrete floor. He ordered her to stay still as fear coursed through her body. The blindfold heightening her other senses, she could hear him walk around the room, moving things, looking for something. Her body tingling with goosebumps and her nipples straining against the fabric of her bra, she was grateful when she heard the order to get to her feet and strip. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra, freeing her large pert tits and erect pink nipples. She couldn’t see him ogling her, but she could feel his eyes on her and it only encouraged her. She slid her skirt down over her hips and stepped out of it, now only wearing the blindfold and her heels.
She heard his footsteps as he approached her and felt his warm touch down her neck, onto her tit. His other hand reached to her arse and pulled her closer to him. She was surprised at his tenderness as her lightly pinched her nipples and pressed his lips against hers, exploring her mouth with his tongue. She kissed back, pressing her tongue passed his, taking her time to enjoy exploring his tongue, becoming lost in the enjoyment of kissing him, almost forgetting where she is, what she is doing here, and she instinctively reaches to the front of his trousers, without thinking. He bites down hard on her tongue; making her scream into his mouth. He clamps down harder and they both taste blood. Her head is pounding from the pain, but she daren’t pull away for fear that it will hurt more. He releases her tongue, satisfied that he has shown her what happens to forward sluts.
He grabs her by the wrists and she flinches, his tight grip in such a fragile area makes her feel sick. He knows she hates her wrists being looked at, never mind touched, but he doesn’t care. She is there for his pleasure; her comfort is not his priority. Her hands are stretched above her head and secured with rope, to the point where she is on her tiptoes. He walks around her, looking at her exposed body. What shall he play with first? Her tits are aching for him to maul them, but then her fleshy arse looks so bare. She is so on edge, anticipating his every move. She hears the swish of air, unsure of where the first blow will be, time seems to be going so slowly. She hears a crack and a second later feels a searing pain in her arse, and again. She loses count of the blows as each one seems to find a new untouched patch of arse and thigh. She can’t figure out what he is using, she is unfamiliar with bdsm toys but all she knows is that each crack brings her closer to a hazy place she has never been before. Her brain explodes with blackness from the pain and she feels almost as if she is separated from her body. She hears the heavy breathing and moaning escaping her lips and she feels so alive. She wants to beg him to continue, to hit harder, to treat her like the pain slut she is, but she refrains. Until he suddenly stops, she doesn’t say anything but her frustrated whimper gives away her disappointment. She can feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispers in her ear. “You are a filthy slut, my fuckmeat”, he is getting into her head and it is driving her wild with pleasure, just not enough to the point of cumming. He is keeping her on the edge of orgasm.
He walks away for a few minutes and she comes down from the pleasure high slightly, feeling the burning sensation of pain and beginning to shake with adrenalin. She hears him move closer again, he rolls a nipple between his fingers and pinches harder than she could have imagined. Her nipples are so sensitive as he twists and pulls them, his fingertips mauling her tit flesh as she can feel it bruising. She can’t help but whimper in pain. The short pause in attention means that now his focus on her tits is more pain than pleasure. She can’t help but think about how he must have known exactly what he was doing. She continues to shake, the cold air against her body, her aching wet cunt. As if he has read her mind, a hand moves between her legs. She does her best to spread her legs open as he sniggers at the slut she is. He brutally grabs a handful of cunt making her groan in intense pain, he brings her close to orgasm yet again. She starts to panic. She knows he expects her to ask to cum in a certain way, but she cannot remember what she must say. Her mind is a blank and she is struggling to fight off the increasing tightening of her muscles, the oncoming orgasm feels so intense. She doesn’t get a chance to beg him to let her cum as his hand is removed. He smears his hand all over her face as she greedily opens her mouth to taste her cunt juice, trying to suck his fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around to enjoy the sweet taste. He was definitely right in thinking that this one was a slut.
She feels her hands being let down as he unbinds her wrists, the blood rushing back into her hands hurts, and her legs too weak to support her, she drops to her knees. He takes the opportunity to remove her blindfold which is soaked in her tears, her mascara framing the desperation in her eyes. She looks up at him, in awe of him and also still frightened, anticipating his next move. It doesn’t take her long to figure out what is now expected as she looks forward to see she is looking at his rock hard cock. The precum oozing out of the tip is enough to entice the filthy cock whore. She sticks her tongue out, flicking it around the head of his cock, fully enjoying the salty sweet taste. She licks her lips, fully focussed on giving the blowjob of her life. She starts by exploring his entire cock with lashes of her soft warm tongue, getting his cock nice and wet. He groans as she pops the head of his cock through her soft full lips. He looks down to see her pink lips wrapped around his cock as she looks up at him to see the pleasure on his face. She feels his hands starting to run through her hair, so she begins to suck hard, creating a vacuum around his hard cock as she bobs her head up and down, taking all of him into her mouth. She gags the first few times as his cock enters her throat. But she is determined to please him, to show off what she is capable of doing. As she continuously bobs her head in rhythm she swirls her tongue around. She places her hands on his bum, grabbing hold of him, helping him fuck her face. She moans around his cock as she hears “good slut” and feels the spasms of a building orgasm. She forces her head down, taking him into her throat as far as possible as she feels rope after rope of cum going down her throat. She greedily moves off a little so that her tongue can tease the sensitive head of his cock as he cums, so she can taste the last few spurts on her tongue. She deliberately shows him his cum on her tongue as she swallows and licks her lips. Giving his cock a few more sucks for good measure. Her thighs are soaked with her arousal, but she had become so involved in pleasing him that she didn’t care about her own release any more. He pulled her to her feet by her hair and kissed her on her forehead. She feels so worthy for being able to satisfy him like she has.
She became conscious of her sweat covered body, her tangled hair, the cunt juice drying on her face. She forgot herself for a second and casually said “I need a shower.” As soon as it had slipped out of her mouth she regretted it, she hadn’t meant to sound so demanding, she should have asked courteously or just waited until he instructed her to shower. “Yes you do” was all he responded. He took her to the corner of this cold room and secured her into a pair of handcuffs which were attached to a chain from the wall. She sat and looked at him, forgetting to be bothered about her restrained wrists. It took her a while to realise what he was doing as he took hold of his cock and aimed at her face. She just closed her eyes in time as a stream of hot piss hit her face and ran down her naked bruised body, soaking her, humiliating her. “Open your mouth”, she was hesitant but didn’t need him to ask her again as she reluctantly opened her mouth, she tasted the sour piss and knew that she didn’t have a say in how she would be treated. As he finished pissing, he took a moment to admire the desperate look on the slut’s face, then headed towards the door, turning off the light and before leaving said, “Get some sleep because soon I am going to fuck your virgin arse, slut.”

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Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 6

As with all of my stories, this is pure fiction. Obviously I do not personally condone any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality.

The Demons Harem: Regan’s Story

Sorry its been a while! Couldn’t figure out what to write. There is alot of backstory in the begining of this one so if you want to get to the “good stuff” you may want to scroll down 🙂 I hope you enjoy! Comments and feedback appreciated

Hunted

A brother and sister try to make a living, but can they survive when werewolves are so hated?

My Night in Room 303

I’d heard a lot of stories about The Omni Parker House in Boston. All of them claiming it to be haunted. Now don’t get me wrong, I believed ghosts were possible. But I didn’t believe in all those TV shows. But I was finally going to get to do my own investigation. I stood outside looking up at the looming building. People were glancing at me awkwardly as they passed me on the street. Probably because of what I was wearing. A black tank top, black cargo pants, a fedora, black high tops, and my blue John Lennon-style glasses. Or it could’ve been my weight. I was on the heavier side but I still thought I was beautiful.
From behind me I heard someone speaking in an English accent. I turned around to see one of the guides giving a ghost tour. It was the guide that I had taken the history tour with a few years back. We still kept in touch. He saw me and I gave him a quick wave. He returned it then continued on. I looked up once more at the building, adjusted my bag over my shoulder, and headed inside. Pulling the letter out of my back pocket. I walked up to the hotel desk.
“Can I have the key to Room 303?” The man behind the desk gave me a confused look.
“I’m sorry,” he paused to take a look at me.
“…miss. But that room is not open to the public. As you may know only one person allowed in that room; Stephen King.”
“Oh I know. And I have permission from him right here.” I showed him the letter. I had written to King asking him permission for the room and him, being the not only brilliant author but AWESOME dude he was, had hand-written me a letter granting permission. And not only did he grant me permission, he promised to pay for a night in the hotel.
The guy behind the desk read over the letter and reluctantly reached down for the key. He handed it to me.
“Here you go. Now, because the room is so unoccupied we haven’t cleaned it in a while. It’ll take about an hour to clean up so you may enjoy the sights of Boston or enjoy the hotel bar.”
“Thank you very much.” I took the key and headed into the bar. It was sometime around 9 and I needed some kind of pick-me up. I ordered rum on the rocks and sat there sipping my drink. Suddenly, I heard a deep voice behind me.
“Well hello there. And what brings a beautiful demoness like you to this hotel tonight?”  I took in a deep breath, took another sip and turned to face this man. I was taken aback by him. He was stunning.
His eyes were red like crimson blood. His hair was jet back and slightly spiked. I couldn’t tell exactly how tall he was but he looked about 6’2″, 6 inches taller than me. His lips were in a perfect Cupid’s bow shape. His muscles were well toned. Not huge but nice. After staring at him another minute, I finally found myself.
“Interesting. I’ve been called a number of things but never a demoness. But if you must know I’m checking out the strange occurrences in the hotel.” A smile tugged at his lips and there was an evil glint in his eyes. He moved his hand to my thigh.
“Well how about we create our own occurrence.” I could feel myself getting wet but I remembered why I was really here.
“Back off. I’m here on business.” He moved his hand away from my thigh but the smile still remained. He caressed my cheek.
“Very well. Until we meet again.” and then he turned and disappeared into a crowd of people. I returned to my drink when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Listen buddy, I already told you…” but when I turned to face him, it was the hotel manager.
“Oh sorry, I thought you were someone else.” He moved his hand away and said,
“I just wanted to tell you that your room is ready.”
“Oh, thank you.” I finished my drink, dropped a twenty on the table and headed up to my room. I got into the elevator and pressed the button to go up to my floor. All the while I kept thinking about that guy at the bar. He was so handsome. And his voice was full of lust and passion. If I had been here for a different reason, I might’ve gone for him. I got out and started down the hallway.
I got about four steps down the hall when I heard footsteps behind me. I looked around but nobody was there. I shook my head. ‘I’m either imagining things or this might be a ghost’ I thought to myself. I kept walking down until I finally reached my room. I unlocked the door an entered.
The first thing I did was drop my bag on the floor. I hadn’t brought much. A change of clothes, a notebook, my toothbrush and deodorant, a regular digital camera, and a video recording camera. I took in the sights of my room. It was like my dream room. The sheets and pillows on the bed were black. The walls were painted green and the floors were hardwood. It was not just a room, but a suite. It had a living area and a bedroom with a bathroom extending off. I reached into my bag and pulled out pajamas and got changed. As I was finishing changing my door opened. It just opened. But there was nobody there. I admit, I was a little freaked out. I walked back over to shut and lock the door. But when I turned around, I nearly fainted. He was here. The man from the bar. That same smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets.
“Well, well. We meet again.” I backed against the wall.
“Wha…? Who…who are you? What are you doing here?” he didn’t answer. He only smiled and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing my ass gently. I moved my hands to his chest but before I could push him away, he kissed me. I kept trying to fight it but I couldn’t. I just wanted him and all of him.
He pushed his tongue into my mouth and I welcomed it. My tongue met his and the two moved around each other, battling for supremacy. When he pulled away I felt weak in the knees. Only one word could escape my lips
“Wow.”
“Let me explain. My name is Shukaku, and I’m a lust demon. I have been trapped on the surface for 600 years and I will be trapped here until I can find a human female to mate with for all eternity. And I want you to be that female, my sweet demoness. You are so beautiful.” I couldn’t speak. I was so terrified but at the same time I just wanted him. Demon or not. I felt the word escape my lips
“Yes. Yes, I will be yours, my dark demon.” The lust set ablaze in his eyes and kissed me. Even more passionately than before. He pulled away.
“Just one thing remains, what is your name?” I spoke, barely audible.
“Aimee. Spelled A-i-m-e-e.”
“The French word for beloved, how appropriate. I need to see you, now.” I stripped for him: practically ripping the clothes from my body and stood before him naked.
“Now my sweet, I’m going to show you my true form. If you accept me for who I am, then you shall be mine forever. Do you understand?” I could only nod. He stepped back and began to change to his true demonic form, shredding his clothes as he did.
He grew to be seven feet tall. A long forked tongue darted out quickly. The muscles he had amazingly become bigger and more defined. He also grew a long scaled tail and large black bat-like wing. After taking this all in my eyes came to a stop on his cock. His thick cock had to be at least fourteen inches long and 4 inches thick. A soft moan of appreciation left my lips. He was magnificent.
“Do you still want me?” I didn’t answer. Rather I knelt before him and began stroking his cock, feeling it become harder. I could hear a growl in his throat.
“That’s my sweet.” I moved my mouth to the head of his cock. I let my tongue swirl around hit and I could him moaning. I began taking him into my mouth. I finally felt him hit the back of my throat. I still had at least another 5 inches left.
He moved his hand to the back of my head and began applying pressure. He kept pushing and I kept taking him in until finally my chin was resting against his balls. He was moaning in pleasure. I ran my tongue up and his shaft.
“Oh! SHIT!” He exclaimed and I felt a gush in my throat as he came. My mouth overflowed and a few drops ran down my chin. I removed from my mouth making sure to get every little drop. Once he was fully out I swallowed his cum. I wiped the leftover drops from my chin with the back of my hand. Shukaku ran his fingers through my hairs.
“You are so wonderful. And now that you’ve made feel so good, I want to please you.” He stood me up and threw me onto the bed. He dove his body down onto mine and began snaking his tongue all over my body. He ran it down to my right breast and flicked the nipple and I could feel it harden. He moved his hand up to my left breast and cupped it. He pinched my nipple and I let out a gasp.  I could feel myself getting even wetter.
“Oh Shukaku, please. I need you now. Please.” I begged. He smiled revealing pearly white teeth with razor sharp canines. He moved his hands to my legs and spread me wide. He took one of his fingers and began to push into me until he hit my hymen.
“Interesting, old enough to order rum but still a virgin.” I looked away, embarrassed.
“I used a fake ID. I’m only 17.” He began rubbing my clit and spoke to me again.
“My my, you do have a dark side to you don’t you?” I nodded and as he kept rubbing my clit I felt myself growing to closer but just as I was about to climax, he stopped.  He moved his hand away and I let up a moan in protest. He gave me that smirk that I was beginning to hate as much as I loved it. I began move my hand down to finish but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. He whispered into my ear
“Keep your arms there and don’t move them.” He moved his and away and I felt as if I’d been confined but there were no types of rope to bind me.
“Good girl. Now, are you ready?”
“Yes, please. I need you.” He positioned himself at the entrance of my cunt. I bit my lip, waiting. He rubbed the head of his dick up and down my wet slit. Then finally, he pushed himself into me. I cried out in pain and pleasure. I felt like I was going to split in two. He kept pushing until he hit that barrier. With one good hard thrust, he wiped away my virgin status and buried the rest of his cock into my pussy.
“Oh Aimee! You’re so tight!” He grunted through gritted teeth. He paused for a moment letting me get use to him in me. And then he began thrusting in and out of my tight hole.
“Shukaku! It feels so good! Please harder!” He didn’t need me to tell him twice before he was picking up speed and force.
“My sweet, I’m going to cum in your womb and you will become bound to me forever.” I could only nod as another cry of ecstasy left me. I would willingly become his mate for eternity. After more thrusting I could feel the orgasm building up in me.
“Oh Shukaku, I’m cumming. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” He continued pounding me relentlessly until I finally felt him explode within me. My pussy clenched around him hard I felt like I was going to pass out. It was pure bliss.
He collapsed against me and the two of us lay there together; gasping for air. He eased himself from me and I let out a slight whimper. He rolled over and lay on the bed beside me as my body kept trembling with echoes of the powerful orgasm. I could finally move my arms. He rolled onto his side and gently began kneading my breast.
“You are now mine forever. You will come to me whenever I call. We can sense when the other is in pain or danger.  Do you understand?” I nodded but then a thought came into my head.
“It’s you, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean, my sweet?”
“You’re the one haunting the hotel aren’t you.” He chuckled softly under his breath.
“Guilty as charged. And I’ve also revealed myself to only one other human. The author known as Stephen King. And I’ve helped inspired a lot of his stories,” Well that explains a lot, I thought as he continued.
“And in return for the stories, he promised to find me a mate. I guess he must’ve found you.” He kissed me gently on the lips again.
“And now I have found the love of my life. And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.” He moved me into a spooning position and gave a slap on the ass. I reached for his arm and wrapped it around my waist. He moved his leg over mine. I snuggled deeper into the embrace and I felt his chest against my back. It felt so wonderful. He kissed the back of my neck and a shiver went through my spine.
“Sleep now, my demoness.” And after laying there a few more minutes, sleep overtook me. I didn’t know what the future held, but all I knew was that I was now the mate of a demon, and I was going to enjoy it.

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The babysitter surprise

Naomi an 18 year old girl from down the street was babysitting for us every other tuesday. The last months or so she had developped into that phase between girl and woman. The looks almost entirely a woman, her acts switching between that of a child and woman.
One day I came home early and tried to be silent entering the house not to wake up the kids. I called Naomi but did not see her. I went upstairs and found her in our bed. Dressed in my wife’s nightgown snuggling with my pillow, dressed with the T-shirt I wore that day before going out. She was shocked, and shamed and just stared to the floor apologizing. There was no need to hide that I took a look at her breast which was exposed.
It was awkward, I was turned on, but there was no thought in my mind of acting upon my arrousal. What to say, what to do? I sat down next to her and asked her why she was in our bedroom dressed like this. This question had to be repeated in a more forceful way, before she answered. She had always seen me as the grown up, a fatherfigure and something like an uncle. The last half year she really felt she was not a child anymore so her view of me changed as well. I had become a man, the lover of my wife. Combined with the liking for me she always had, she had fantasied being my wife.
Last two tuesdays she had gone to our bedroom and had lived her fantasy in a more realistic way. Now she was still turned on by her actions, was embarrassed and was fearful that I would see her as the irresponsible babysitter that appeared to be too young to babysit.
After assuring her, this was not the case and that I would go downstairs and give her the opportunity to get dressed and then we would both forget about everyrhing, she was relieved. She jumped up, looked me in the eyes and hugged me in a friendly way. The nightgown fell open and I had a full view of her breasts while she bent over to me. I tried to hide my growing excitement.
After that episode there was an intimacy, a shared secret. Naomi and I were buddies.
6 weeks later I came home early again. Somewhere I had a slight feeling of disappointment that she was just sitting on the couch watching TV. I sat down next to her and made a joke: “no secret bedplays this time” and she answered: “not yet”… She looked as if she could not believe that she had said what she had said, and looked miserable. Jokingly I tried to take the pressure of the moment and responded: “please feel free, shall I just wait here for you, or do you need the shirt I’m wearing”.
The situation remained a bit uncomfortable, I paid her and we said goodbye. At the door she turned around and said: don’t tease me like I’m a little girl. Now I felt ashamed and told her that for me the situation was also confusing. That she was not the little girl anymore who could join in play-fighting with the kids, since I no longer felt comfortable to grab here without having to worry where my hands were located, no tickling etc.. I told her I missed her being a little kid and on the other hand admired here for growing up as a beautiful woman. With woman different rules apply than with little girls. Again she hugged me and told me that she understood, that she missed fighting and holding me as well. Bursting out with laughter she said: “I’m holding you while telling you I miss holding you, that’s funny”. She kept her head against my shoulder. “So you think I’m beautiful? My breasts are smaller than your wife’s, I tried her bra.” I told her that beauty could be measured in other ways than cup size alone, that the shape and texture of a breast are more important and that breast were not the only defining feature of a woman and that she should stay away from my wife’s lingerie. Then I told her laughingly to get home immediately, because I did not like the direction of the conversation. She ran away, turned, came back, kissed me on the cheek and just a touch of the corner of my mouth and said: “your pants tell me you do like the direction of the discussion.” With that bombshell she turned again and was skipping her way home.
The next couple of nights I had some improper dreams and became worried I would mention Naomi’s name during a dream. I don’t think I did because my wife never mentioned it. Two weeks later my wife told me that two nephews of our kids would stay for the night and that she had forgotten she was on call for work and would not be home. She told me she had called Naomi to assist me, she hade made the guestroom for Naomi so she could help me with breakfast as well. I reddened, my wife misinterpreted that and told me not to worry cause Naomi would replace her very well. “I’m sure she will, dear” I answered.
That evening Naomi came in at 5, she played with all 5 kids and gave me room to prepare the meal. When we were all finished, the kids wanted to fight me and they made a castle from the couch, some chairs and a blanket. Then they thought about a story where a beautiful princes was saved from a brutal king in a castle by a young handsome prince. Naomi had to be the beautiful princes, i told the kids that all Naomi needed was a crown since she was already beautiful. I immediatly received a big kiss for that remark. I became the roll of the brutal king, on which Naomi commented, I would like your father to be the brutal king. The 5 kids would together be the handsome prince. I had to look fearceful sitting upon Naomi and pinning her arms with mine. When I was in position, Naomi told the kids that they first could have a cookie from the jar in the kitchen and that we would remain in this position until they came back. “I will only take my sweater of because I’m hot she said” and that she did. For a minute or two I was sitting upon her, seeing her nipples through her shirt, not knowing what to do with my hands. Her hands rested on my legs close to my loins where her thumbs were casually caressing me. I felt too much blood going to my loins and my dick was growing, it found a position closer and closer to her right thumb.
Than the kids came back, they wrestled me and rescued the beautiful princess. at 8 the kids were in bed, Naomi and I came down the stairs. We played some games at the table and after a while she wanted to watch a movie, so went to the couch. The movie was scary and she came closer and repeatedly she burried her face in my chest not to see a a scene. I put one hand around her shoulder, then she started to turn away from me, by her turning my hand slipped to her left breast and I lifted my hand. She asked: “please, don’t let go, it’s scary”. I put my hand on her shoulder again and she started to turn again. With fascination I saw I started to hold a firm 18 year old breast. I massaged it very gently and she put her hand on my leg again. When she actually touched my dick, it was rock hard and I jumped.
“This is wrong,” I said “you need a boy your own age to gradually discover the fun of sexual attraction and I’m happily married. Sexually I passed second base already decades ago and I can not turn back.”
She said she had thought about that and that she was not prepared to fuck but since she really wanted me she would perform oral and manual sex and that she would be open to receive likewise. She looked in my eyes and started to unbutton my pants pulling me closer to the couch. I felt shaky and told her so. “You sit down on the couch then” she said and she kneeled in front of me. She pulled my boxershort down and kissed my dick. She looked at me and asked me for instructions since she wanted to do it right the first time. I gave her the list my turn-on’s.
1) Give me the feeling that you really want it and that you enjoy it.
2) Show me that you want me to have pleasure by looking at me and by reacting to my sounds and movements.
3) A blowjob concerns not just the top of the dick, but all of it, the balls and all the surrounding areas.
4) Warm me up with a striptease and give oral sex, just with your panties on.
5) Give me a view of your breasts and when I try to reach them or your pussy, help me eagerly
6) Show that you try to deepthroat me but don’t overdo it. gagging does not work for me
7) Swallow.
I could have skipped all but no. 7, because I was so hot that I came immediately.
She swallowed and continued to work the list. So I had to ask her for a break. She lay down next to me, so I could carress her breasts. She got me a beer, took a sip and kissed me, letting the beer dribble into my mouth. After half an hour, she got down on her knees again, she remembered my list well and I was better prepared. She sucked my cock for half an hour and then I took her pony tail and started to face fuck her. Her eyes got wide so I stopped and asked her if she was OK. She said she was supprised by my force but that she wanted me to go on. So I put my cock back in her mouth, had both hands on her cute head and fucked her face good. After me coming and her swallowing, she thanked me,…, she thanked me. An 18 year gorgeous looking girl thanked me for fucking her face.
That night we slept both in the guestroom, I Iicked her pussy and watched her come and come again. She asked me to fuck her. When I declined she offered a try at her ass. I asked if she really wanted that. She said; no. I fell asleep while she was licking my balls after I came for the third time in her mouth that night. At six I went to my own bed and was awakened by my wife (returned from the hospital) and Naomi who had together prepared me a breakfast on bed.
“How did Naomi do” my wife asked and I told her she could help out a next time without a problem.

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Best Freinds Forever 1

I had the impression that Gerald had been avoiding me these last three
weeks. At the same time I had also been hearing things that made me
think something was strangely different, if not wrong.
It just was not like him to ignore me like this – not returning my
calls, even skipping out on school. At one point I was worried that
something terrible had happened, perhaps Gerald had an accident – but
his mother had assured me over the phone that everything was fine,
just great she had said with a little extra enthusiasm in her voice
than I was used too, and that her son was busy is all. It sounded
strangely contrived, his mother odd – in retrospect.
When the rumour mill around school finally came my way and I heard
that Gerald was dating the hottest girl in school, Christine, I knew
there was something terribly wrong. The fact that I had been excluded
from his life these last weeks, becoming an instant outsider to these
rumours for example, hurt.
Only when I was exiting a burger joint at the mall and happened upon
Gerald who stood face to face with a senior, the football team
captain. The guy’s name was Jamie and he was at least a head taller
and half as much wider than Gerald – but my friend stood glaring in
anger up at the larger older teenager as if fearless. Not the Gerald
I remember!
Several things registered in that moment – Christine looking
frightened behind Gerald, looking as gorgeous as ever, three of
Jamie’s friends stood behind him. The crowd was parting, already
scenting trouble about to explode.
I rushed up to the scene, perpendicular to my good friend, and gasped
out, “Don’t do this Jamie?” A useless gesture to be sure, Jamie could
pound the two of us just as easily as one.
Gerald did something totally out of character, his face softened into
a smile as if what I had said was a big joke, turned to me and spoke
confidently, “Don’t worry Liam, its all under control.”
I knew then something was terribly wrong. Thinking back to that
moment, I knew this was the true turning point in my life.
At that second I heard Jamie gasp in surprise, all eyes turning to
look at his face and then following his eyes to his lap. There,
rapidly spreading, was a dark circle dampening his jeans – obviously
urine. My god, the football captain just fucking peed himself!
Gerald spoke, again confidently, “I didn’t realize I was that scary
Jamie?”
Then Christine started to giggle, trying to suppress it as eyes moved
from that wet crotch to the pretty girl. It was enough to break the
tension.
Jamie did the wise move, turned and rushed from our sight. His three
buddies looking at each other confused and embarrassed, eventually
followed.
I turned to Gerald, about to tell him how lucky he was when he calmly
spoke, “I told you I had it covered.”
-*-
Christine dropped us off in front of Gerald’s place and I watched
still a little shocked as my buddy passionately kissed the best
looking girl in our school. She moaned and kissed him back.
This was for fucking real!
She drove off leaving us on the sidewalk.
Gerald followed the expensive car until it was out of sight and added,
“She isn’t as great a fuck as she looks Liam.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Christine was the
hottest girl in our school for many reasons – looks of course, the big
tits helped, and she was dating Jamie the hottest guy in school until
a few days ago, was seventeen and a senior and had a father that was
filthy rich. Up until this moment I would have assumed that Gerald
was still the virgin that I have always known him as – it was our one
re-occurring conversation, girls and sex – or the lack thereof. It
was also one of those things that drew us together as friends – the
two nerds that would probably have to buy a hooker to loose our
virginity as no sane girl would give it to us willingly.
Gerald turned and started towards his house, me rushing to follow.
“What the hell is going on Gerald?”
My best friend turned his head to smile at me over his shoulder but
didn’t say anything as he fished out his keys. The door opens and he
shouts out, “I’m home!” I follow him into his house and watch as he
closes the door behind me, carefully locking it securely.
Gerald’s mom comes walking around the corner with a pleased smile on
her face. She is wearing, as far as I can see, nothing but her
cooking apron and her glasses – which, from the front hid much of
everything but suggests anything. Like her son she was short and had
bad eyes, unlike him, she was well rounded, chubby but may have been
considered cute back when she was our age.
Gerald smiled at his mom, “Liam will be staying with us for supper mom
– is there enough?”
Theresa, his mother, turned her pleasant smile towards me and nodded.
“Of course honey. Hello Liam, how are you?” The casual nature of our
conversation was alien enough to startle me – since she was
effectively naked before her son and I.
Gerald interrupted before I could phantom an answer, “Go back to the
kitchen mom and leave us alone until supper is ready. Where is Sara?”
“She is at her friends house. She said you gave her a task to do?”
Theresa looked questioningly at her son, making sure her thirteen year
old daughter wasn’t doing anything wrong. I remember Gerald’s mom as
the harsh disciplinarian, rarely smiled and always found fault in
everything. This simply could not be the same woman standing before
me!
Gerald grinned widely, “She is. Now go mom.” It was, very oddly, a
command rather than a request.
Theresa took it with a parting smile, turning so that her nude
backside was exposed as she strode from the foyer.
I just stood mute, my mouth open in shock – the image of that round
soft ass moving as Gerald’s mother Theresa strode back to the kitchen
burned into my consciousness. It was my buddies chuckle that brought
me back, “Wild huh?”
I followed him downstairs to the family room – where the video games
were set up. He plugged in one of our favourite multi-player
first-person shooter game and turned it on. Neither of us reached for
a controller.
There were things to be said.
“What the fuck is going on Gerald?”
Another chuckle, he holding his hand up as if to calm me – had I been
talking loudly? “Just relax – I’ll share.”
Share? I shook my head as if that would clear out the cobwebs of
confusion. It hadn’t.
“Remember how I’ve been researching that ancient text online?” A nod,
Gerald was always into some odd project or another. “The one from
ancient Egypt? Well I cracked the code.”
He wasn’t making any sense. “The ‘code’?” What had this to do with
the strange things going on this last hour?
His turn to nod, “To control minds.”
From his look, he was waiting for me to break out laughing. I didn’t.
Not after seeing the incredible scenes in the last hour. “Christine?”
A nod. “Jamie?” A chuckle. “Even your mom?” A mischievous smile,
his eyes looking at me carefully.
“More as well.”
Upstairs a door opened and quick footsteps echoed through the floor,
it had to be Gerald’s younger sister Sara returning home. “Even
Sara?”
His smile was dangerous now – so foreign from the guy I had known most
of my life. “Oh yes – she was my first.”
“You’ve had sex with her?” Saying this even felt odd.
A smug grin, “Numerous times – she has lots of energy!” He barked out
laughing but stopped when I didn’t join in.
“What about your dad?”
The grin disappeared and Gerald shrugged, “He is happy. I got him a
pretty thing from the office to shack up with. He and mom weren’t
doing ‘it’ anyways.” It was the first spark of an emotion that I
would classify as guilt. Obviously my friend was having sex with his
mother as well.
This was all too incredible to believe if I hadn’t seen that bare ass
walking away from me. Could all this be true? My heart was thumping
so quickly it was difficult to think.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call you earlier – but I wasn’t sure how you would
react?”
React to the news that your best buddy was some kind of freak that
could control peoples minds – have sex with his own mother and sister
let alone the hottest girl in school? How should I react?
“And things have been a little crazy I’ll admit. I’ve been busy.” He
leaned in and whispered as if sharing a conspiracy, “And sex is much
better than we ever imagined Liam. I can’t get enough of it!”
“Gerald honey? Liam? Supper time boys.”
He was out of his seat and rushing upstairs before I even translated
his mother’s call through the fog that was my brain. I follow my
buddy to the dining room to find Theresa still wearing only her white
kitchen apron and her stylish glasses placing a bowl of steaming
carrots on the table. She turned and smiled at me as I entered and I
felt my face flush with shame – had she caught me looking at her bare
bottom? Was Gerald really having sex with his own mom – this woman?
My buddy was already seated at the head of the table, the place that
had always been reserved for his father, on his right sat his thirteen
year-old sister Sara, naked and starring anxiously at her big brother.
Since she was seated across the table, all I really could see was her
thin frame and her small, almost, non-existent breasts topped with
tiny brown nipples.
Theresa held out a chair for me, at the opposite end of the table from
her son. I sat, feeling like my heart was about to explode out of my
rib cage from pressure.
Theresa was about to sit when Gerald calmly commanded, “Lose the apron
mom – you know the rules.”
His mom smiled sweetly even as her hands went to the bow tied at the
small of her back. “You are right honey, I am so sorry.”
The apron was lifted over her head and then left over the back of her
chair. She stood for a couple seconds for the three sets of eyes that
openly admired her before seating herself across from her daughter.
In that short time I devoured the sight of her – my first fully naked
woman – big hanging breasts with wide nipples, slim waist with flaring
hips, stretch marks about her lower rounded stomach, a thick brown
bush between her legs. The only thing she wore was her thick glasses.
Gerald was watching me watch his mother, smiling oddly, and waited
until she was seated. “She has been the best fuck so far Liam. Odd
isn’t it that Christine who is the best looking girl at school is
almost a dead fish in comparison?”
I quickly stole a look at the two ladies to see if they minded Gerald
speaking about this before them. Theresa in particular I studied, she
did not even seem to hear her son, spooning out her food before
returning the food back onto the table.
He turned his head to look at his sister, almost fondly, “Sara now,
she fucks like she can’t get enough – always acting like its Christmas
morning. She is definitely the tightest of the girls I’ve banged so
far as well.”
My eyes turned to Sara to see her looking proudly at her older brother
with something akin to adoration and love, her nipples now puffing out
from her small breasts. To me, Sara was always a pest – arguing with
her brother and calling us ‘nerd’ and ‘dork’ – even at her young age
she recognized that we were loosers.
Gerald took a mouthful of mashed potatoes and swallowed before turning
to his sister again, “How did it go with Angel?” He looked at me
momentarily and explained, “Sara’s best friend.”
Sara was bubbling with excitement, bouncing in her chair expectantly.
“Oh Gerald – it went better than we had hopped. She was really
nervous at first but after we kissed for a while she allowed me to go
down on her and then she just went wild!” She bounced on her chair
clapping her hands happily. I look at the rest of her family to see
them smiling almost proudly, happy at the news the youngest girl had
brought to the dinner table.
In a while, after listening to Gerald ask about the most intimate
details of a girl I probably had never met but had evidently had
ordered his sister to seduce, Theresa stood up to start to clean the
table. Gerald told his sister to go upstairs and study, she pouting
as she strode dejected out of the dinning room.
That left Gerald and I alone. “Well, what do you think?”
He was grinning ear to ear and I knew there was only one answer. “I’m
a little stunned Gerald – but all I can say is ‘holy fuck’!”
Gerald broke out laughing. “I was nervous about how you would take it
– with mom, Sara and all?”
A shiver ran up my spin when I realized that he could have controlled
me if my answer had been different – making me do anything he wanted
me too, perhaps humiliate me in public as he had done to Jamie. I
realized suddenly that I didn’t want to be out of control, to have
someone else pick the direction of my life, of every action in my day.
That meant, no matter what, I had to play along – had to ensure Gerald
continued to think of me as his closest friend and confidant.
I laughed as well. “So only the three – with Angel in the wings?”
Gerald smiled proudly, “Three more. Nothing regular – but some nice
cunt for when I’m in the mood.”
He was creating a fucking harem!
His fingers rose one at a time as he told me their names – our
middle-aged strict English teacher, a girl our age that lived next
door and her mother.
“Wow Gerald – I’m, like, fucking jealous buddy!” I really wasn’t, I
was nearly sickened – this was never how our fantasies were ever
voiced. They were about kissing the girls closer to our age, closer
to our peer group – about how it was supposed to work, sex I mean.
He grinned, “No need to get jealous Liam – I fully intend to share
with my best friend!” Laughing with pleasure he came around to stand
before me, sticking out his hand to shake – mirroring his grin, his
laughter, I shook his hand firmly.
-*-
“So who is going to be your first Liam?”
My mind was cloudy with wild emotions, with excitement and lust. Upon
the marble table before us lay Sara on her back, naked, her hand
aggressively moving up and down her tiny hairless sex, it looking wet
and very pink. Gerald had suggested the show after we had left the
dinning room – and his younger sister had been all for it, laughing
with pleasure to perform before us. Conveniently forgetting her
homework.
To push for more time to answer I brought the beer bottle up to my
lips for another gulp. Gerald, next to me, did the same. Across from
us, watching her daughter closely, Theresa sipped at her wine. “I
will need some time to think about it Gerald.”
I felt my buddy nodding next to me as he too watched his sister’s tiny
lolita thin body work itself into a sweat. She was so thin, you could
see every muscle in her body tense as she worked at bringing herself
closer to orgasm. The orgasm that her brother had ordered, but had
told her not to achieve without his permission.
“It happened almost accidentally for me Liam.” Another draw of beer.
“I was practising with my new power – having mom and Sara wear
revealing clothing around the house – when I caught Sara playing with
herself in her room one night. I had her come into my bedroom and we
had sex. It was my first.”
What had he been doing in her room anyways at night?
“I stayed home from school next morning and after dad and Sara left, I
fucked mom.” My eyes moved back up to the voluptuous woman looking
anxiously at her masturbating daughter, saw how her wide nipples were
now tight and wrinkled, her knees clenching together periodically.
“They were so different and I was insatiable.”
Silence, except for the pants from the teenage lolita playing with
herself before us – the movement of her sweaty body upon the smooth
marble, the sounds of her wet sex being manipulated, invaded, fondled.
“How did it start with Christine?”
Gerald laughed for a few seconds. “That was different. I wanted
something legit, you know what I mean?” I did – you can’t go make out
with your sister or mom at the movies like you could your girlfriend.
“But I also wanted the best – Christine was the obvious choice.”
My turn to nod, she was by far the hottest chick in school. “You said
she was not a good… in bed Gerald?”
A deep sigh, “Strange isn’t it? A body to kill for, every guy in
school gets hard when she walks by but when we fuck she just lays
there. I thought she was scared or something our first time but soon
realized she just didn’t have a clue what to do. Mom is the complete
opposite – she is by far the best fuck I’ve had.”
I looked from mother to daughter, and then back. There was something
to be said for the full breasts, round hips and jutting ass. It still
seemed strange to me that Theresa was better in bed than the best
looking girl in school. Christine. I will have to take Gerald’s word
for it though.
“Christine almost turned me off young cunt.” A sip of his beer, his
eyes locked on that place between his sisters thin muscular thighs.
“Almost!” Laughing. “Jane next door is the same, a great body, fun
to fuck but her mom was a better lay by far.”
Sara looked half mad with lust – her body quivering uncontrollably,
her muscles flexing and tensing wildly, her sex making the most
amazingly delicious sounds. Gerald and I sat quietly and watched the
show for another moment or two.
“We could make a trade Liam?”
“‘Trade’?”
Gerald nodded to his sister, “My sister for yours?”
A cold hand clenched my heard tightly but I tried to make light of the
question, “Which one – I have two?” One older and the other younger.
Gerald looked at me seriously and said, “Both of course.”
My mind was screaming for me to jump up and run out of there. This
was evil, it was wrong in so many ways. An image of my older sister
laying as Sara was now, performing so lewdly.
My shock must not have been totally concealed, “Don’t look so
surprised Liam. How many times did we drool over Amy these last few
years?”
To my embarrassment it was true. We had watched my gorgeous sister
from afar many a time – talking about her perfect tight ass, her small
firm tits, that way she seemed to draw every males eyes. Yet, it had
all been unreal at the time – it could never be true, a fantasy only.
We were just two guys talking trash in private right? I mean we
discussed the sexual qualifications about every woman we knew – and I
mean every one – my elder sister was no exception.
Gerald had admitted to me that he was spying on his mom a couple years
ago – sniffing her panties, watching her through the keyhole as she
showered – that sort of thing. He wanted me to be a part of this
conspiracy – suggested I do the same – I told him I was, but in
reality I didn’t have the nerve. Our mothers, at least to me, were
not sexual conquests so much as available bodies to look upon. We
were horny virgin teenage boys, anything with tits and an ass turned
our heads!
“Or even better, we could trade moms?” I looked to see the anxious
smirk on Gerald’s face.
I felt like punching him but took a deep breath to calm my sudden
anger instead. He had the power to ruin me, to humiliate me beyond
anything any bully had dared to do. And what about my family, my mom
and sisters – they will never be the same from his warped desires.
“If there was any regret, it was that I fucked Sara before mom. Take
my word for it Liam, mature cunt is the best.” He tilted his head
back and drained his beer.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into?
Theresa stood up upon shaky legs and left the room without a word.
Gerald laughed and nodded to the place his mother had sat naked – the
wet spot which could only be one thing! My god, do girls get that
wet?
“Mom gets wet in a stiff breeze.” That one statement seemed to be
enough for Gerald but it was a shocking statement to me.
She returned and handed her son a new bottle of beer, opened of
course. He gave her a long look before ordering, “Go to my room mom –
I’ll be up in a few minutes okay?” It really wasn’t a question.
Theresa shivered visibly and gave her son a wide pleased smile, then
turned to me politely, “Thank you for coming by Liam. Say hello to
your mother for me?” She then turned on her bare feet and rushed from
the room, giggling anxiously, her mature body bouncing lewdly with
each step. Obviously excited that her son would be soon having sex
with her.
Gerald wasn’t even watching her voluptuous body bounce from the room
as I was, instead he was looking at his sister. A long pull from his
beer before he quietly said, “You can come now Sara.”
It was like a light had been turned on – flashing brightly before us,
so that our eyes hurt. Sara just exploded before my very eyes, her
back completely arching off the smooth sweet-slippery marble beneath
her – her muscles clenching impossibly in her thin lolita body, head
back, eyes clamped shut tightly. But it was the sound, screeching
scream of pleasure that hurt my ears – the wet sounds squishing from
her sex, her fingers submerged, more working at her erect pink
clitoris.
Gerald and I watched this all in silence, until his sister was left
exhausted and twitching before us. He suddenly stood, “Think about my
offer Liam – your mom will be a great fuck and your two sisters going
down on each other just gets me hot thinking about it.” I saw my
buddies penis thrusting against his jeans painfully and stood as well
– knowing I was being dismissed.
He lead me to his front door, clasping me overly-friendly about the
shoulder, “From now on buddy, its cunt cunt and more cunt! Life is
different when you look at any woman and know you can fuck her.”
I was left outside his home, the darkness hiding my own throbbing
hardness in my jeans, his parting statement echoing in my head.
-*-
Saturday
-*-
The next morning I moved about our home as if in a dream – my eyes
moving and watching, my mind still recalling the shocking things I had
experienced and learnt the day before. Amy moved about the kitchen in
her jogging tights and my eyes were locked to her tight firm perfect
nineteen year-old ass. Then I mentally removed Lisa’s bulky clothing
and imagined her naked, her early adolescence giving her twelve
year-old body just starting to flower. It was mom that drew most of
my attention – the best sex Gerald had described his own mother. It
would be impossible to consider as reality if that visit had not
happened!
Amy disappeared for her jog – Lisa leaving to go to a friends for the
day. That left mom, who disappeared to shower for her day shopping.
I had to pick someone or else Gerald would. There was that girl in my
Math class – braces but with nice hair. Or the girl in school, a
junior, that played in most of the school plays – a bit thin but had a
pretty smile. Then my mind unconsciously thought about dad’s
secretary, an older woman that always wore short skirts and had great
legs – who never failed to smile when I came in. And what about our
church pastor’s wife – softly padded but with huge breasts that had
never failed to draw my eye.
I could have any woman I wanted – any of those girls were mine but for
the request to Gerald. God what it must be like to be him – to have
this totally control, the power to do anything you wanted? I had to
shake my head to clear these thoughts from my mind – down that path
was nothing but evil incarnate.
Why had he chosen his mother and sister over all the women we had
discussed these many years since puberty hit us like a thunderbolt?
His mother had been the strict one of his parents, stern and always
frowning. His sister and he were always fighting, bickering
constantly – which may be part of the reason that Theresa frowned. So
did he choose them over all the other woman because of some type of
revenge?
Mom came down from her shower wearing loose pants and a light blouse,
looking for her purse and car keys. My eyes followed her and I
wondered if she missed dad, they being divorced these last five years.
Did she miss being with him, as a man – she never dated that I knew
about. Maybe Gerald was wrong about my mom – she probably doesn’t
need or even like sex I thought coldly.
She disappeared towards the door leading to the garage when I heard
her say, “Oh Gerald! You startled me.”
“Sorry. Going out?” Just the sound of his voice caused a nervous
reaction within me and I stood from my place at the breakfast table.
“Yes and I’m already late.”
My heart was beginning to thump loudly in my chest as the silence was
deafening.
Then Gerald strode into the kitchen with my mom following, a blank
look on her face.
Oh my god! Its happening!
He smiled at me and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at my
mom, “Thinking about what we talked about last night buddy?” He sat
himself across from where I was standing before I too joined him at
the table, leaving mother standing still before us, her eyes looking
blankly at the wall beyond the table.
Calm yourself, else this may become ugly! “I have been giving it a
lot of thought.” I willed myself not to look at my zombie-like
mother, else he may do something that we all may regret.
Gerald smiled and nodded, as if understanding the dilemma he had put
me in. Then he turned his eyes back to my mother and asked as
casually as you please, “Are you going to wear that Emily?” It was
weird hearing my moms first name spoken so casually.
“Yes, I was.”
“Liam always thought you had nice legs – go change into a skirt,
something above the knees – and be quick about it!”
Mom rushed out of our kitchen and down the hall to her room, we heard
her panicked movements.
I had to say something – stop whatever was about to happen – but my
mouth was dry. It felt like I was rolling down a steep hill, gaining
speed and unable to stop myself.
She came back in record time wearing a dark woollen work skirt and tan
hose – returning to the same spot to stand silently.
Gerald was ignoring me, “Better Emily. No more pants okay – only
skirts when going out of the house?”
“Okay Gerald.”
“Are those pantyhose or stockings Emily?”
“I don’t own any stockings Gerald.”
“This is the last time you wear pantyhose okay Emily? Only thigh high
stockings or nothing. You want Liam to be proud of his mother don’t
you?”
Mother nodded anxiously, almost looking nervous that I would love her
any less because she did not have stockings on rather than pantyhose.
“Oh, I want nothing else than to make Liam happy.”
My head was spinning and I felt oddly sick and excited at the same
time.
“And loosen a couple buttons Emily, show Liam some cleavage while you
are at it. If you must wear bra’s around your son at least let him
enjoy what beautiful breasts you have okay?”
Mom’s hands rushed to losen two buttons of her blouse, pressing her
lapel to the side to reveal the valley of her upper chest. “Of course
Gerald – it won’t happen again. I am sorry Liam.”
There stood my mother, nearly instantly looking like a different woman
– short skirt, cleavage – these things that were shown conservatively
in the past, as rarely as possible.
“You like making your son Liam happy don’t you Emily?”
Mom smiled widely, “Very much so Gerald. I love him with all my
heart.”
“There is nothing better than a mother who knows how to treat her son
Emily. I bet just being near him makes you excited – is your cunt
getting wet Emily?” The conversation took a definite curve at the use
of that coarse word and I shifted nervously in my chair.
I leaned forward to protest but Gerald put a hand up between us
stalling me but it was my fear of him that really silenced me. I
watched as my mother was controlled and humiliated before my very eyes
and I was as defenceless as she.
Mom was frowning, thinking to herself.
“Making him happy makes you wet Emily – I know it does. If he ever
wants to do more than look at you, there isn’t nothing you would not
do for him is there?”
Why was my penis so hard? I should be punching and kicking this
pervert from my home!
In a tiny whisper mom admitted, “I would do whatever it took to make
him happy.” As she said it, she spoke with determination – as if
trying to convince not only us but herself.
Gerald was smirking triumphantly, challenging me with his eyes, “Just
imagine Emily – the best sex of your life, better than your wildest
fantasies. Do you know who I’m talking about Emily?”
In another small voice, “My son Liam?”
“Good girl.”
Mom blushed and stole small glances at me. I was shocked to see her
nipples had hardened beneath her blouse. I knew without a doubt my
mother was sexually excited – it was a weird feeling, especially since
it was because of me.
“Where did you plan on going shopping Emily?”
Mom swallowed thickly but looked relieved to change the topic. “I
needed clothes for work and then a little grocery shopping.”
Gerald nodded, thinking for only a few seconds, “Don’t forget
above-the-knee skirts and thigh-high stockings right Emily?”
Again she stole a look at me, nodding affirmatively all the while. I
could not help but shift in my chair – my hard penis hurting in my
jeans.
“You can go now Emily – just remember to think about what your son
would like when you buy something.” Another nod, another stolen look,
this time accompanied by a small private smile for me.
Mom turned to leave when Gerald prolonged this torture by stopping her
again, “Oh, Emily?” Mom stopped and turned silently, smiling pleasant
and polite. “When was the last time you had sex?”
“Its about three years ago now.”
For teenagers, three years seemed impossibly long. Something else, my
dad and mom have been divorced for five years – who was this guy mom
had sex with anyways?
“You must masturbate frequently?”
Mom blushed again and nodded.
This was just too much – now I’m hearing my mother admit to
masturbating! Sure I knew girls did ‘it’, but faced with mother’s
admission that she did ‘it’ as well was a little overwhelming.
Gerald waved his hand in dismissal and mom turned and strode back to
the garage doorway to leave the house. I was glaring at my buddy and
he just shrugged, “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want too
Liam. But the choice is now there – you can thank me later.” I felt
like hitting him, is how I felt.
At that inopportune moment my older sister Amy returned from her run –
she came into the kitchen all hot and sweaty. As she does after her
exercise, Amy made a smoothie for her breakfast while effectively
ignoring us ‘dweebs’.
“Why are you always a bitch to us Amy?”
I froze even as my older sister spun and glared at Gerald, her mouth
began to open and then her eyes just glazed over and her hands dropped
to her sides to stand silently. It was starting again.
“How is university Amy?”
“College. Its going fine.”
“Fucking anybody?”
“Not that it is any of your business, but yes.” Even in her half
trance, my sister could not keep her bitchy attitude at bay.
For some reason I as anxious to hear more – she always had a different
pretty boy over at our house every week. I have always hated them –
hating her smug selfish attitude. Perhaps it was why it had been so
easy to talk trash about her with Gerald all these years. “Hot girl
like you must be busy?”
Amy shrugged, “I fuck who I want and when.”
“Even girls?”
Another shrug, “When I want.”
Selfish bitch I cursed at her silently. But the knowledge that my
sister was a loose slut was just too juicy a topic for Gerald to
ignore. “Who is your favourite right now?”
“My English Literature teacher, Mr. Jones.”
“A teacher Amy… is he married?”
“Yes.”
“In his thirties?”
“Forty six years old.”
Seems that Gerald was not the only guy that likes his partners older –
I was intrigued. “Lucky guy. Ever been with more than one guy at a
time Amy?”
“Yes.”
My heart was again thumping, my penis aching in my pants. My sister
was a trashy slut, so little did I know! “I bet you even like anal?”
“Sometimes, yes.”
Gerald turned and winked at me – my sister’s perfect ass has always
been the favourite part of her body for both of us. The admission
that my sister enjoyed anal sex just left me dizzy. “What do you
think of your brother Liam?”
She shrugged as if she could care less, my anger rose as it normally
does when she acted like this towards me, “He’s just a geeky nerd.”
“Ever think about having sex with him?”
“Of course not!” She sounded disgusted and I wondered if Gerald’s
power could not work fully on her.
He was just smiling though and so I knew the game was not yet over.
“Things are going to change around here Amy. Nerds are taking over
the world while the jocks become shoe salesmen.” It was our oft
recited line – telling ourselves that things will get better for us.
“Hot girl like you should do the smart thing – become close to your
brother.”
She made a distasteful face and looked at me for a few lengthy
seconds. “Close how?”
“Oh, I don’t know… if Liam wanted to fuck you in the ass, for
example, you wouldn’t see any problem with that.”
She turned back to Gerald, “No, I suppose I wouldn’t.”
I coughed violently in response – my god! “You are in control right?
You are the older sister – smart, beautiful. If he wanted to have sex
with you, it would be because you seduced him into it and that turns
you on right Amy?”
She swallowed loudly, “I like having the power.”
“I know you do. I bet your excited right now thinking about seducing
your brother aren’t you? Just think about it Amy – any act your nerd
brother wanted to do would be because you have that power. And if you
enjoy it as well… so what right?”
She was nodding, smiling mischievously. My sister had a long thin
body, the curves slight, her breasts small firm mounds on her chest.
Those mounds now had small hard points pressing out of the tight
fabric – she was getting excited!
“Its going to be difficult though…?”
My sister frowned, taking the bait, “How so?”
Gerald sighed as if talking to a child, “Well, every time you are with
a guy now, you will only be able to think about Liam. Any girl you
are with, you will wonder what it would be like to share her with your
brother. They will be poor substitutes for the real thing of course.”
She was frowning at Gerald.
“Excited Amy?” My best buddy pointed at the tightly stretched cloth
over my sisters genital mound. Looking closely it was obviously
discoloured from being wet – and it wasn’t sweat either.
“I am, damn you Gerald!”
Gerald started to laugh and it became instantly infectious so I joined
in. My sister cursed to herself and ran from the kitchen when my
buddy dismissed her – leaving her half finished smoothie on the
counter untouched.
-*-
We each had a huge mound of french fries before us as we talked in the
food court at the mall – one of our favourite places. “Fuck me buddy
– that was intense.” It was. With mom I went through so many
conflicting emotions that I did not know how to act, which way to
turn. With Amy I enjoyed her humiliating transformation – the
information that I had gleamed revealing.
Gerald was nodding in agreement, “And we can do that to anyone Liam.
I mean its a fucking dream come true is what it is!”
We were both laughing as if half-drunk, the adrenaline high slowly
coming down.
“I’ll tell you Liam”, he waved a fry my way as he spoke, “if you don’t
fuck Amy I think I may. She is one hot looking slut.”
I nodded, she was. Strangely, the idea of Gerald having sex with my
sister no longer seemed as disgusting as it had the night before. I
had listened to my sister admit to being promiscuous – the idea of my
best friend fucking her did not seem so crazy any more. “Give me a
couple days okay Gerald – this is all coming way too fast to process.”
The truth by the way.
He nodded, obviously understanding. “Figure out who is going to be
your first?”
I sighed, I hadn’t. The closest I could imagine was dad’s secretary –
fit the older criteria as well as being a looker. The idea that I was
going to lose my virginity finally was a heady thought and being
surrounded by all this deviant behaviour did not help. I could go
home right now and my mom and older sister would do any sex act I told
them – tell me that wasn’t fucked up? But what a rush it was!
“I was thinking of setting up a little show next weekend and wanted to
run it by you.” Gerald looked at my a little nervously, “How about we
put Sara and Lisa naked on my marble table with only a single bottle
of oil between them?”
The empowered feelings I had been enjoying, thinking about loosing my
virginity, even about my new control over mother and Amy,
disintegrated and I recalled that I was playing with fire here.
Gerald was suggesting we set our two younger sisters in some sort of
lesbian tryst. After watching Sara pleasure herself the night before,
I knew my buddy was into those types of visual spectacle.
A fear clenched me at that moment – I could defend my younger sister’s
chastity and probably have it taken from her anyways, while placing me
in as a defenceless a position as the rest of the ladies in our
collective families. Gerald really did not need my permission to do
anything he wanted, to anyone. My guess was that he needed someone
that wasn’t altered mentally, to share it with – call it a way to
spread the guilt or perhaps he really did think of me as a best
friend. Friends until the end, we used to say to each other.
My sister Lisa was twelve years old, she had a thin boy-like body that
had not started changing into a woman’s. Strangely, seeing her naked
intrigued me. Would that thin body develop into mom’s curves or Amy’s
athletic build?
Of my two sisters, I liked Lisa the best. She wasn’t pompous or
ignorant and selfish like Amy, she was polite and seemed to really
enjoy being with me – talking or just hanging out. She kicked my ass
when we played baseball or soccer together, but I helped her with her
math and science homework readily.
The answer seemed to come on its own, “That sound pretty hot – but
nothing else with Lisa okay?”
Gerald nodded, his smile wide at my agreement, “Sure buddy – she is
all yours. It’ll just be a nice slippery lesbian show.”
I did not join him in his lecherous laugh and forced my attention back
to the quickly disappearing mound of fries.
-*-
When I entered my house, I found mom singing lightly in the kitchen,
her head spinning my direction when she noticed me, “Hi Liam. Have a
good time with your friend?” She wore a strange smile that I knew was
only for me.
My eyes looked my mom up and down – the skirt that ended just before
the knee was new, tight around the upper thighs and round full hips,
the nylons had a seam up the back and I knew without any further proof
that they would end about thigh high, her blouse was the same as
before but it was obvious that she was no longer wearing a bra – her
full breasts swinging hypnotically just by her movement to look at me.
This was the proof that Gerald’s power was total.
Mom saw my gaze and a private smile widened her lips as she turned
back to chopping the vegetables. “What is for supper mom?” I could
do my mother right here and right now – over the counter, on the
linoleum floor. It was a heady thought.
She smiled for me again, her eyes soft and inviting, “Vegetable soup
with dumplings.”
Sounded delicious and I told her so.
“I hoped you would like it honey.”
I just looked at her for a couple minutes as she effortlessly chopped
some carrots. Was she getting excited right now with me looking at
her? What was it like – the juice that a woman excreted when they
became exited?
Before I did something I wasn’t prepared to do, I rushed from the
kitchen to my room. On the way I saw Lisa in her room laying on her
bed reading a book, she didn’t notice me. God, in less than a week I
would be watching her with Gerald’s sister – naked, oiled, kissing,
fingering and licking each other.
The walls spun and I had to use a hand to steady myself, forcing
myself to my room. I shut the door and fell into my messy bed to
close my eyes and force my heart to stop pounding so violently in my
chest.
-*-
My dreams were the most lewd and descriptive of my life – mother was
stripping before me, but strangely, never seemed to become naked – my
sister Amy was sucking my hard penis, taking her mouth off just long
enough to order, “come over my face nerd” – Lisa was sitting next to
me, my hand between her thin thighs, rubbing her hairless wet hot
crack as she moaned and watched our mother strip. I kept hearing
Gerald say, “any woman… anything you want…”.
I awoke in the darkness of my room, sweaty and painfully hard. I
haven’t decided if I was in heaven or hell. My mouth was dry and my
lips felt swollen. So I sat up, swinging my bare feet to the floor
and holding my head in my hands.
I could do it – I could go to Amy or mom right now, get a blow job to
help me sleep, or fuck them and finally lose that stigma of being a
virgin finally.
But perhaps I should just jerk off – like I did last night after
watching Sara play with herself. When I did it, I wasn’t sure if it
was the sight of Gerald’s little sister climaxing with her fingers
inside her own body or his mother sitting across from us, clenching
her knees, nipples hard, shivering with desire while watching her
young daughter.
The house was silent – dark. I slipped from my room and made my way
down the hallway to the kitchen, getting a glass of water to quench my
parched throat. While drinking I saw that there was a small light in
the living room and walked the few meters to see mom sitting on the
couch, beneath the single light, reading a thick book.
She jumped at my entrance, “Oh Liam honey – you startled me!” She
caught her breath and closed her book after marking the page with a
marker. “Couldn’t sleep honey?” She looked concerned – ever the
parent.
I looked at her then and wondered what it would be like to actually
have intercourse with her. Plain of face, looking her age of forty
two years. She wore a long thick white cotton nightie that hid her
from neck to ankle, her legs curled up beneath her as she read.
Mother shifted beneath my silent scrutiny, and I recalled how Gerald
had commanded her to feel excitement when I looked at her. I turned
away not without guilt and moved to sit across from mom in the chair.
The silence was thick but I kept my eyes looking into the shadows to
the side of the room. Why did Gerald put me in this position – I
never asked him to do this? A movement caught my eye and I looked up
to see mom losen two of her buttons on the front of her nightie –
exposing her bare cleavage beneath.
Those nipples were hard now – obvious even in this dim light. Its not
your fault mother? Stop it please!
When my eyes rose, I found mother wearing a soft smile just for me –
her eyes glinting strangely. “Is there anything I could do to make
you happy honey?”
Was it my imagination or had she pushed her chest further forwards
towards me? “Do you miss dad mom?”
Her brow furled before she answers, “I do… sometimes.”
“Why don’t you date mom?”
She shifted uncomfortably in her half upright position. “Thats
complicated honey.”
I just looked at her – saw her shift, this time it was not from being
uncomfortable.
She blurted out, “Your father leaving hurt me – I couldn’t trust men
any more.”
I nodded as if I understood – but I didn’t. Nor did I want to know
the specifics about my parents sex life. “But you had sex with
someone three years ago…?”
She nodded, looking embarrassed as well as uncomfortable and strangely
excited, “He… lets just say he was a mistake that I never wanted to
make again.”
“So you stopped with men completely.”
Nodding almost sad now, “Yes.”
I had nothing else I wanted to say – that I could say. How does a
teenage boy ask his adult mother regarding sexual matters anyways? I
so wanted to confide in someone, an adult, this woman that was my
mother – needed help from the intense changes in my life that I was
facing.
The silence was probably too much for her and she blurted out almost
anxious, releasing me from the responsibility of starting the
conversation, “I get more pleasure by myself than any man ever gave
me!”
What could I say, ‘too bad’? “I never realized girls did ‘it’ too,
until only recently mom.” Well, ‘recently’ was about a year ago –
since then, it was always one of my hottest fantasies.
Mom was nodding, “Oh yes, ‘girls’ do ‘it’ too Liam.” She then giggled
almost adolescently, “I do it more now than I ever did when I was your
age.”
My mouth was dry again and I recalled the half filled glass of water
in my hand. After taking a gulp, which did not seem to do anything
for my parched state I continued, “When did you start mom?”
Mom looked up at the ceiling and frowned in thought, “I was about
Lisa’s age when I started experimenting.”
I wish she hadn’t spoke my younger sister name, reminding me of the
event in only a weeks time.
“I recall how sensitive I was ‘down there’ and how good it felt, but I
was about twelve when I began playing with myself.” She giggled again
and her eyes returned to me, “Are you sure you want to hear all this
honey? You are not weirded out or anything?”
I looked mom right in the eye and said, “I love listening to you talk
about playing with yourself mom.” I was hundred percent serious –
perhaps it would be better that our conversation was not about sexual
matters, this discussion was more intimate than I can remember between
us. Mom has always been the busy, weary woman – the single mom to
three kids.
Mom shivered violently and moaning deep down in her throat before she
replied with a raspy voice, “I love making you happy Liam.”
“I know you do mom.” Anything I wanted, at any time – I recalled.
“Do you honey… you know, masturbate frequently?”
I nodded, thankful for the dim light so that my embarrassment would
not be too obvious on my burning cheeks.
She nodded knowingly, “Boys do it a lot at your age.” I normally did
it about twice a day – Gerald used to admit to about three to four
times on average a day.
The silence lengthened and we just looked at each other. I felt
almost dizzy with power – this isn’t right. I stood and took two
strides before mom sat forwards and asked anxiously, nervously, “Would
you like to watch me play with myself Liam – would that make you
happy?” Her words effectively stopped me in my tracks.
It was my turn to shiver with excitement – my penis began to harden in
my pyjama bottoms. Mom’s eyes did not miss anything, and she licked
her lips almost as if she were hungry. “I don’t know whats come over
me today honey – mommy is feeling positively in heat when I think
about you.” She was almost whispering. “I want to make you happy – I
would do anything you wanted Liam, anything!” She hissed that last
word, slipping her bare feet from beneath her to the floor below –
watching me anxiously.
I stood there swaying with uncertainty – run I told my feet silently,
but I did not move, my eyes turned to my physically and mentally
excited mother, my hard penis wanting her.
“I know I’m old honey. I know I shouldn’t feel this way about my own
son. But believe me when I say that I’ve never felt so brazen before
– so sure about anything.” She took a lengthy loud swallow before
continuing, “Please Liam, I beg you, just sit for a couple more
minutes? If… if I disgust you, I promise never to bother you
again?”
My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt my chest and sounded loud
to my ears. Without a conscious thought my feet turned and strode
back to my chair – my ass lowering to sit in the familiar seat. I
already knew I would not be ‘disgusted’.
Mom as smiling happily, and had waited until I was seated and looking
at her before she slowly reached the low hem of her nightie and worked
it up to her neck. It took some doing, lifting her bottom from the
couch, her hands trembling so violently.
The cotton garment fell to the floor already forgotten and mother sat
back against the couch and spread her knees a few centimetres – she
was completely naked. She whispered almost to herself, “Mommy was so
hot after Gerald explained how you liked me to dress this morning I
brought myself off in the car outside the mall today. I never felt so
alive… or naughty!”
Her bare feet rose and she bent her knees to hook her heels into the
edge of the couch – this effectively spread her thighs wide. I took
in the sight of my naked parent for the very first time and felt like
a drowning man seeing the rescue boat. She was so pale, so soft in
body – but it was nothing but good! Curves and more curves, dark
wrinkled nipples, soft quivering inner thighs and breasts. Her age in
her face, stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, her lower breasts.
I always thought of her as ancient – and to me and my friends, she
was. But at this very moment in time, she was the sexiest thing I’ve
ever encountered. Much more exciting than even Gerald’s younger
sister Sara had been as I had watched her.
Mother’s trembling hands slipped over her abundant pale soft flesh –
one eventually making for a heavy hanging breast, the other between
her legs and the glistening pinkness there. “I knew from that moment
on that there wasn’t another man alive that I felt this way about –
who could turn me on like this, who could ask anything of me and I
would do everything in my power to make you happy.”
A finger slipped into the glistening flesh and came back out covered
in female slim. I was fascinated to watch mother bring that finger to
her mouth and suck it clean before returning it to her sex.
“Any hole Liam – any time – any place. I am yours my love, body, soul
and mind!” Her eyes captured my own, “I never told anyone before that
I just love the taste of myself. Do you find that odd?”
Mother did not wait for an answer, two fingers slipped deep and mother
gasped with pleasure, her back arching off the couch while her eyes
clasping shut momentarily.
At that point I no longer existed for mom, I was sure. Her toes
wiggled and clenched, her calves tighted, her thighs quivered, her
hips shook as she pumped her ass up off the couch, her white soft
breasts dancing upon her chest – mother was a delicious sight and my
hands quivered to touch myself. I was hard, painfully throbbing
against my pyjama bottoms – a large wet spot revealing the leakage I
was producing.
She would do this two finger pumping thing – in and out of her very
pink very sloppy wet sex, before bringing those fingers up to her lips
to suck clean and dropping the other hand to continue. Alternately
she would use the free hand to ravage her clitoris rubbing it
surprisingly hard. Infrequently those wet fingers went to one of the
hard winkled nipples dancing on her chest as she moved, twisting and
yanking on it almost violently.
Mother was making noises that I’ve never heard in my life – grunting
and mile-long-sighs that caused my dick to jerk painfully. She was
gasping as if she could not breath – her mouth wide unless she was
sucking her fingers clean.
Then she did something surprising, moving the newly cleaned fingers
not down to her clitoris to her nipples as I had half expected, but
around her waist so that I saw the index finger tease her own wrinkled
clenching anus.
It was at that point I climaxed in my bottoms – pumping again and
again so that the hot seed filled the front of my pyjama bottoms. I
was gasping as mother suddenly arched her back completely off the
couch, and with two fingers in her vagina another in her anus, she
screamed out in orgasm the likes of which I shall never forget.
Never again could I look at her as simply a parent, as a sexless
person who could direct the path of my life.
The both of us just sat there – mother slowly opening her eyes to look
at me, look down at the obvious wet spot in my pyjama bottoms. I
should be embarrassed but I wasn’t – I wasn’t the one naked, the one
that had begged to put on a show. Sure she had no self-control –
Gerald had forced this moment, had changed how my home will forever
function. How will I ever look on mother and not remember this night?
Mother’s feet dropped back to the floor and she suddenly looked almost
embarrassed, “I’ve never done that in front of anyone before Liam.”
Her eyes studying the spot on the front of my cotton bottoms – she
knew I had enjoyed what I had witnessed.
My voice was raspy to my own ear but I heard myself say, “You were
beautiful mom, really.”
Her eyes rose and her lips widened into a pleased smile, “From you
Liam, that makes me happier than you can imagine.”
The way her eyes were looking at me like that – wide open and almost
innocent and submissive. They said, take me I am yours.
I felt the stirrings between my legs and stood up quickly to leave –
mother’s eyes watching me with disappointment. The scent of her self
enjoyment so thick that it filled my head and my thoughts for the rest
of the evening.
I felt like Alice down that damned hole.

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Megan Part 3

Megan wakes and remembers her situation before finding out she will be alone all day, Dominatus as a plan to allow her neighbour to get to know her better